Chapter 5 - Eighth Fracture Unleashed

The Sovereign's cage snapped shut, threads burrowing into Riven's skin like parasitic roots. Visions assaulted: infinite puppets dancing in eternal servitude, Nocturne's weave a fragile dam against outer voids. [Weave Assimilation Attempt: Resist or Yield]. Coherence plummeted to 49%, the world fracturing into prismatic shards—Earth labs bleeding into spire depths, screams harmonizing across realities.Riven roared, ultra-crazy will igniting. He inverted the threads, puppet-master turned puppet. The Sovereign staggered, its form destabilizing into a swirl of faces—past fractures it had consumed. "Impossible," it hissed. "You are but a transmigrated flea!" Riven's scalpel extended into a whip of crystal-shadow, lashing across the throne. Souls wailed free, essence torrenting into him.[Threshold Breached: Sovereign Override]. Power detonated; his body elongated, sprouting additional limbs etched with glowing runes—Eighth Fracture awakening. The floor ruptured, revealing the abyss below: a churning maelstrom of raw madness, birthing eyes that watched hungrily. The Sovereign lunged, merging with the chaos, becoming a colossus of writhing strings.Riven—no, the fused entity—leapt. Limbs blurred in a frenzy of cuts and pulls; threads parted like flesh, gore of pure ether spraying. The host seized a moment: Run!—forcing a stumble. The colossus capitalized, a barb impaling Riven's shoulder. Agony bloomed into ecstasy, coherence hitting 42%. New sight unlocked: every string in the spire, mapped, vulnerable.He yanked the nexus. The Sovereign shrieked, form imploding into a vortex. But from the abyss rose whispers: "Join... us... Eighth." The maelstrom spat tendrils, latching onto the crumbling throne. Victory teetered—absorb the Sovereign fully, or face the true abyss?Riven's multitude of eyes gleamed. The host faded to whispers.